Hello, Sam. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell him about the Hierarchy. It’s like my lips are stuck together. About Yannick and the bathroom situation, I think he was very calm at the time. Not nervous. Like he should be. Like he wasn’t naked at all. After that meeting, we saw each other a few days later. His aunt and uncle said he won a competition he was in. And I wanted to do something for him. So the day before he arrived, I made a cake. Tender crust, cherry frosting. I was very nervous. In the morning, we were all waiting for him in the living room. When he came through the door smiling in his team uniform. I was ecstatic. Then there was a lunch specially prepared for him by me. His aunt can’t cook. It was my pleasure. Lunch went quickly. Yannick was tired after a hard workout and went to his room to rest. I went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner. That night everyone complimented me, praising the food on the table. Yannick smirked at me. I blushed slightly at the sight of him. His morning sunny smile was different from the one he showed me. Could he really want to make me his? The whole evening after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Yannick is so handsome, so beautiful. If you choose among actors, he looks most like a young Chris Hemsworth. The evening was over. The old couple went to bed. And I went to Yannick’s room with a cake on my hands. I knocked and waited for the door to open. When the door opened Yannick stood naked with only a towel stretched on his thighs. His hair was still wet. There were still drops of water on his chest. They rolled down his abs disappearing under the white towel. It made me swallow my saliva. I couldn’t hear what he was saying anymore. It took me about ten or twenty seconds to come to my senses. When the magic was over. I congratulated him on his victory and pointed to the cake. He nodded his head. He said come in. So I entered his abode. I put the cake on the bedside table. I turned around, my heart pounding. Yannick was standing very close to me. Still in his towel. I said quickly, “Excuse me, sir. I’ll pardon me. Yannick said nothing. He stood calmly close to me. After a while, something fell to the ground. It turned out to be his watch. I didn’t even realize he’d been holding it the whole time. It’s a towel. Those chest muscles, those abs mesmerized me. Made my heart pound. Yannick stood, I quickly knelt down to pick up the watch. Kneeling in front of such a divine creature I just stupidly opened my mouth. Yannick came so close to me that my open mouth could have caught the edge of the towel and I grasped with my teeth. And pulled. But at the last moment, Yannick held the towel back. Looked at me, grinned. He lifted his foot and his toes were next to my lips. Without thinking, I kissed his toes. First one, then the other. On the third, he put his foot on my chest. And kicked me lightly. I handed him his watch. Yannick took the watch. Put his other hand on my head and ruffled my hair. Then he quickly took his hand away. Walked away from me. I got to my feet. He looked at the door. And I left. What did I do wrong, Sam? What did he expect me to do? I was so nervous.

Hi Ethan. Thanks for writing again! 

I’m so proud of you for taking the initiative and offering gifts to Yannick in an attempt to trigger a response from him! This was the exact right thing to do!

AND IT WORKED! You sound discouraged, but Yannick’s reaction was actually very promising. No, you didn’t necessarily get to service him (yet), but this was an extremely sexual outcome nonetheless. More importantly, Yannick now knows what he’s suspected about you: you’re a faggot, and that you understand he’s Alpha.

Keep submitting to him. Don’t stop now. Kissing his foot is HUGE and will almost assuredly lead to more!  

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Hi Sam. Last time I told you the story of my relationship with Trevor, my childhood bully. As you advised, I said no to him. I broke off all relations with him. I moved to another country. Not because of him. I was simply offered a job in Poland. There I rented a room in the house of a nice elderly couple. Their nephew Yannick lives with them. He looks like he’s 17-19 years old. Tall, blond, with blue eyes. Yannick sometimes works outside without a shirt. His eight-pack abs, strong muscular arms and big, gorgeous ass have been turning me on a lot lately. One day, something happened that turned my whole brain upside down. I went to the bathroom to do my business. Yannick was sitting on the toilet with his pants down. His dick was resting on his thigh. Long. With mesmerizingly large balls. I stared at the penis. My inner voice said that this was indecent. But I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I stared in rapture. Yannick didn’t say anything, but every now and then he’d look up to look at me. But he didn’t do anything. At that moment, I really wanted to kiss the head of his cock. Run my tongue along the shaft and feel the skin and veins. But after a while, I ran away. We hadn’t seen each other since, and he was away at a swimming meet in college. What should I do, Sam?

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

First of all, congratulations on getting away from Trevor! What an awful person! I’m glad to hear about your new life in Poland!

I have little doubt that you’ll be able to serve Yannick. His relaxed, confident response to you staring at his giant cock and balls tells me he’s been admired and worshiped before. This works in your favor.

I’m also going to suggest to you that he probably already knows you’re a faggot. First of all, Alphas of his caliber have exceptional fag radar and can usually spot them on instinct alone. And secondly, the very awkward bathroom encounter feels like something else was supposed to happen. I’m wondering if he was too nervous to make a move, or if he was expecting you to drop to your knees right there (this is what I think).

So what should you try when you see him again?

First of all, start calling him “Sir” (or the equivalent in your language). Be very complimentary of his body, his scent, etc. Young Alphas are just learning the extent of their sexual powers and how their body/presence influences others, so this will be effective. You should try to get down low, near his feet, whenever possible. If there is any possibility to offer him a foot massage, do it. If there is anything you can do for him/buy for him, do it.

Now, if you want to take a more aggressive step, ask him if he considers himself to be Alpha. If he doesn’t understand, show him the post “Hierarchy: A Primer” that opens this site (use the tools on this site! That’s why it’s here!). A conversation about Hierarchy and his place in it will lead in many interesting directions, but it will for sure tell him this: you, an inferior, thinks he’s superior. And that’s really all you need.

Keep me posted on how this progresses!

Hello, Sam. I want to share my story. I worship my childhood bully. He’s the son of my parents’ friends. When I was a kid, he took away all my pocket money. He made me do his homework for him. He’s older than me. We went to the same university. And they chose one fraternity. He was the king of the brotherhood. Everyone adored him. Parties, get-togethers. All the girls were his. And I studied well. In my third year of study, I managed to rent an apartment near the university. And get a job at the nearest coffee shop. And Trevor is the name of my bully, who was expelled from the university for drunk driving. A week later, he moved into my apartment. He just showed up. And he took a guest room in my apartment. I tried to argue, to kick him out, but it was useless. We started living together. He didn’t pay for anything. Ate my food. He took my money. The tipping point occurred during the Covid quarantine. Trevor was very afraid of getting infected. He always demanded that everything be sterile. I was terrified of strangers. I don’t know. Why, but he was very worried. One evening, when we were watching TV in the living room. There was a movie with a beautiful girl and they were kissing a muscular actor. That turned Trevor on. He did not like to muster. That’s why he asked me. I wanted to run away, to hide. But Trevor held me tight. He put me on my knees. He took off his pants and approached. His bulge pressed against my lips. The heat of this big machine could be felt through the fabric of the boxers. The next second, Trevor pulled down his panties and his cock was touching my forehead. Then the lips. Trevor was running his cock over my face. Gradually. Looking up, I saw a thin grin on his lips. Then my mouth opened on its own. It was as if Trevor had been waiting for this. He immediately plunged his cock into my mouth. A throbbing, burning cock was on my tongue. The dick of the guy who made my childhood hell. But at that moment, time seemed to stop. Trevor was already fucking my throat with his cock without hesitation. We didn’t talk. Sometimes, looking up, I saw the same grin. In about five minutes or how many, I don’t know. He came in my mouth. His cum was hard to taste because of my saliva, but I think it’s bearable. Thinking back now, I think I liked the smell of Trevor himself more. It smelled of tobacco and disinfectants. The whole quarantine, Trevor used my mouth for his pleasure. Without shame. He could come out of the shower and pull my mouth over his cock. Or during washing. When I was doing his laundry. One day he wanted to fuck me. But then he changed his mind. Unsanitary conditions. After the quarantine ended, Trevor left. A few months later, I found out that he had met the love of his life. They got married a year later. Now he and this girl have two children. He called me recently. He said he got divorced. He wants to stay in my apartment. Recall my university years.. I haven’t had another master since Trevor. I’ve only dated girls. Before him, too. Now I’m wondering if I’m a fag or not? I also think it was always him. Thanks for the advice, Sam.. I hope you won’t criticize me for not speaking very good English.. All names have been changed.. What should I do, should I let Trevor in?

Hi! Thank you for writing to me! 

That’s a rough story. It sounds like much of the time this Trevor was forcing you to do things you didn’t really want to do. And even when he forced you to start sucking his dick, you didn’t have some sudden realization that you liked doing it. That makes me question whether or not you’re actually a faggot. 

You see, there’s a line between those who are natural faggots and others like you who were repeatedly bullied into submission. Do you see the difference? 

Personally, I think Trevor seems like a selfish, ignorant pig. I don’t think you should let him in. In fact, I think you should stop talking to him altogether and find someone who can treat you better than that. 

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